Valencia Square Different But The Same
10-09-2024, 07:41 PM
Fall was always Leonora’s favorite season. All the senses are engaged being outside amongst the changing nature, so many colors and smells to take in. When the air was crisp, it was much more invigorating to be outside.
Leni really didn’t need caffeine being the way she is, but she enjoyed the ritual of picking up a hot latte and going on a long, quiet walk. This is often where she came up with the best ideas, ones that would send her running back to the lab to jot down notes. The brightness of the day would bring some type of genius spark, she could feel it.
But something else struck her first- a familiar scent that made her fox awaken. Not sure where the scent was coming from, she stopped in the street to scan the crowds excitedly.
Leni really didn’t need caffeine being the way she is, but she enjoyed the ritual of picking up a hot latte and going on a long, quiet walk. This is often where she came up with the best ideas, ones that would send her running back to the lab to jot down notes. The brightness of the day would bring some type of genius spark, she could feel it.
But something else struck her first- a familiar scent that made her fox awaken. Not sure where the scent was coming from, she stopped in the street to scan the crowds excitedly.
For Waylin and the rest of the foxes!
10-10-2024, 06:22 PM
the fit
Today's weather was phenomenal, meaning Waylin was outside rather than hiding in the condo. He didn’t have any set plans today; work was stalling, and the house was going pretty well, so that left him enjoying the bustle of Valencia. The fox lounged around in his head, clearly soaking up autumn's smells and wonders.
He stopped by a pop-up shop to buy an apple cider, and the spices tickled his nose, earning a pleased hum. While he enjoyed every bit the town had to offer, he couldn’t wait to walk out onto a deck with his homemade brew to warm his stomach as he watched nature wake up—a habit he missed from his childhood home.
He stepped away from the shop, and Waylin’s attention was pulled from his thoughts when the fox perked his ears. He took out an earbud; the music stopped as he turned to see what caught his furry friend’s attention when he caught wind of fox.
A scent he didn’t quite recognize, so it had to be a new one, but where?
10-11-2024, 09:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2024, 09:53 AM by Leonora Coates.)
Leni's fox senses had completely taken over, leading her backwards from her path as she followed the scent. It was unmistakably fox, and vaguely familiar. With so many people out enjoying the beautiful autumnal day, it was difficult to discern.
She was led back to the shops, walking past the coffee shop where she'd just picked up her latte, which was surely getting cold as her senses were preoccupied. The scent was much stronger here. Whoever it was, they had to be close by. Leni was getting anxious with anticipation to meet a fellow fox. She'd become familiar with a lot of the local were, but none yet of her kind. This meant there might be more! Her fox's energy was in full force, eager for a familiar face.
Finally, the scent's origin became clear. A young man, humbly dressed in cozy layers of plaid. His head of dark hair and his stature sparked recognition, and she craned her neck for a closer look from afar. As he turned his direction to face her, her jaw nearly dropped. Leni searched her mental files for the man's name, but she remembered him from her Master's degree days. They were both a way's away from Wyoming, what was he doing here? And more importantly, was he also a fox??
As Leni quickened her step to approach him, she knew she was getting warmer to his name. Watson? Wyatt? Wiley?
It came to her as she got close enough to tap him on the shoulder.
"Waylin?'
She was led back to the shops, walking past the coffee shop where she'd just picked up her latte, which was surely getting cold as her senses were preoccupied. The scent was much stronger here. Whoever it was, they had to be close by. Leni was getting anxious with anticipation to meet a fellow fox. She'd become familiar with a lot of the local were, but none yet of her kind. This meant there might be more! Her fox's energy was in full force, eager for a familiar face.
Finally, the scent's origin became clear. A young man, humbly dressed in cozy layers of plaid. His head of dark hair and his stature sparked recognition, and she craned her neck for a closer look from afar. As he turned his direction to face her, her jaw nearly dropped. Leni searched her mental files for the man's name, but she remembered him from her Master's degree days. They were both a way's away from Wyoming, what was he doing here? And more importantly, was he also a fox??
As Leni quickened her step to approach him, she knew she was getting warmer to his name. Watson? Wyatt? Wiley?
It came to her as she got close enough to tap him on the shoulder.
"Waylin?'
10-11-2024, 10:08 AM
Waylin has encountered several individuals in his lifetime, some memorable while others not so much. The scent they were searching for didn’t ring any bells outside of it belonging to another fox. There were people mulling about what clogged up his senses, and his silver gaze didn’t find anyone who was familiar.
On the verge of giving up, ready to get lost in his music, he felt a tap on his shoulder just as his name hit his ears. Brows furrowed, he turned on his heel to face the person- a woman and met with a glimpse of a large-eared fox.
Outside of the animal, he next noticed her eyes, which were otherworldly significant in his opinion but not creepily so. He'd go with ethereal like the Fae if he had to think of a word, a brief wonder if Bree would agree with his assessment. He cocked his head to the side, confusion lighting up his features as she appeared familiar, but the dots weren’t connecting.
”I’m sorry, but how do you know my name?”
On the verge of giving up, ready to get lost in his music, he felt a tap on his shoulder just as his name hit his ears. Brows furrowed, he turned on his heel to face the person- a woman and met with a glimpse of a large-eared fox.
Outside of the animal, he next noticed her eyes, which were otherworldly significant in his opinion but not creepily so. He'd go with ethereal like the Fae if he had to think of a word, a brief wonder if Bree would agree with his assessment. He cocked his head to the side, confusion lighting up his features as she appeared familiar, but the dots weren’t connecting.
”I’m sorry, but how do you know my name?”
10-11-2024, 10:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2024, 10:21 AM by Leonora Coates.)
So it was him! This was an incredible discovery. Leni could grab Waylin by the shoulders and shake him with excitement, but it didn't seemed he remembered her, so she wouldn't. The two weren't exactly close friends during their Master's program days, but had been at the same social gatherings here and there by way of mutual friends. She remembered him as quiet, and not exceptionally friendly. In fact, he seemed quite guarded, unwilling to let anyone become too familiar with him. At the time, she had chalked it up to a lack of sleep or energy, an incredibly common trait amongst Master's students who stayed up all night reading and studying their way to their degree. She recalled a very brief conversation at a social mixer in which he brushed off her inquisitive manner of conversation. Leni never took this personally- it wasn't the first time she'd been a bit much for an introvert, and certainly wouldn't be the last.
Her head now was swimming in questions- How long had be been a were? How did he get turned? What kind of fox was he? How did he end up here in Colorado? Her thoughts sometimes moved faster than she could process. She snapped back to reality to answer his question.
"Oh! Umm, I'm Leni. Well, Leonora. Coates?" She smiled, searching his face for any sign of recognition. "You were in a Master's program in Wyoming, a few years ago. Me too!"
Her head now was swimming in questions- How long had be been a were? How did he get turned? What kind of fox was he? How did he end up here in Colorado? Her thoughts sometimes moved faster than she could process. She snapped back to reality to answer his question.
"Oh! Umm, I'm Leni. Well, Leonora. Coates?" She smiled, searching his face for any sign of recognition. "You were in a Master's program in Wyoming, a few years ago. Me too!"
10-11-2024, 10:51 AM
Master’s degree? Wyoming? He was being sent back into his memories to try and scrape even a sliver of familiarity that she had brought with her Aiden appearance. He had kept more to himself back then, but there were always social gatherings he’d attempt to adapt to noises and crowds as a fox. He didn’t have group projects, but her name rang a bell, meaning he didn’t think she was trying to scam him.
He had nothing worth scamming, and he would not fall for such traps!
”Huh, you seem familiar, but pardon if things don’t immediately click. Sometimes I just need a good knock to the head,”he chuckled lightly.
School had always been a blur, as well as socializing once he separated from the clowder. The one thing he knew for certainty was that he would have remembered another fox getting their Master’s, so maybe this was why she wasn’t memorable. Just another human,” I won’t lie, school was a blur as most things were back then. But, nice to meet you again.”
He held out his hand, offering a shake but also to let his fox assess her’s if she decided to go for the touch. Was she new? Experienced? Why were foxes coming out of the woodwork like this? He's met more foxes since February than his entire tenure as one. Crazy!
He had nothing worth scamming, and he would not fall for such traps!
”Huh, you seem familiar, but pardon if things don’t immediately click. Sometimes I just need a good knock to the head,”he chuckled lightly.
School had always been a blur, as well as socializing once he separated from the clowder. The one thing he knew for certainty was that he would have remembered another fox getting their Master’s, so maybe this was why she wasn’t memorable. Just another human,” I won’t lie, school was a blur as most things were back then. But, nice to meet you again.”
He held out his hand, offering a shake but also to let his fox assess her’s if she decided to go for the touch. Was she new? Experienced? Why were foxes coming out of the woodwork like this? He's met more foxes since February than his entire tenure as one. Crazy!
10-11-2024, 11:31 AM
Both Leni and her fox eagerly accepted Waylin's meek offer of a handshake. This offered her answers to just a few of her many questions- he'd been a fox for much longer than she had, she'd guessed. His fox was quite a bit larger than her's, with a curious aura not unlike her own. Her first time interacting with another fox, she felt exhilarated by the comradery that still seemed a bit one sided. Waylin was being a bit dodgy, she sensed. Leni did tend to come on a bit strong, so perhaps that was fair.
Now that they'd both understood what they were, was it rude to cut right to the chase? Leni nodded vigorously, understanding that their lives in Wyoming were long in the past. She wasn't turned until the end of her schooling, and at that point became a bit of a recluse. She didn't reckon he would have had any idea there was another fox around campus. She sure didn't."Totally, totally. It's been a while".
She shifted anxiously, hoping he might acknowledge the elephant (well, fox) in the room before she said something presumptuous. Her first meeting with a fox, this was a potentially important moment.
"So, uhm, how have you been? What are you up to here in Colorado?"
Now that they'd both understood what they were, was it rude to cut right to the chase? Leni nodded vigorously, understanding that their lives in Wyoming were long in the past. She wasn't turned until the end of her schooling, and at that point became a bit of a recluse. She didn't reckon he would have had any idea there was another fox around campus. She sure didn't."Totally, totally. It's been a while".
She shifted anxiously, hoping he might acknowledge the elephant (well, fox) in the room before she said something presumptuous. Her first meeting with a fox, this was a potentially important moment.
"So, uhm, how have you been? What are you up to here in Colorado?"
10-11-2024, 12:19 PM
The handshake was accepted, and Waylin beamed. His fox, understanding that the other was much smaller than his own, didn’t immediately barrel forward to interact.
Instead, he crept forward low to the ground with a series of high-pitched whines in greeting, ears pinned back, and tail wagged excitedly. However, Waylin released their handshake before the two animals could interact, and the metaphysical blockade slid back into place.
Should he feel bad that he hadn’t found this person important enough to remember? That he considered her to be nothing more than a speck in his early days? If he should, he didn’t, but at least he wasn’t an ass about it. He drank the cider; warmth trailed down his throat and settled nicely in his stomach. He was in a good mood and couldn’t help but pick up the fact that she wanted to ask about something.
What came forth didn’t seem like something she really wanted to ask, but he assumed she was being polite.
”I’ve been good. I lived in Colorado for the past few years as a PI.”Waylin decided to answer while also deciding to rip the bandaid off. ”I know you weren’t a fox when we met, so how long have you been one?”
Instead, he crept forward low to the ground with a series of high-pitched whines in greeting, ears pinned back, and tail wagged excitedly. However, Waylin released their handshake before the two animals could interact, and the metaphysical blockade slid back into place.
Should he feel bad that he hadn’t found this person important enough to remember? That he considered her to be nothing more than a speck in his early days? If he should, he didn’t, but at least he wasn’t an ass about it. He drank the cider; warmth trailed down his throat and settled nicely in his stomach. He was in a good mood and couldn’t help but pick up the fact that she wanted to ask about something.
What came forth didn’t seem like something she really wanted to ask, but he assumed she was being polite.
”I’ve been good. I lived in Colorado for the past few years as a PI.”Waylin decided to answer while also deciding to rip the bandaid off. ”I know you weren’t a fox when we met, so how long have you been one?”
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